Yue Wanfeng landed a punch on Ouyang Che's face, he felt as if he had hit the cotton, and the strength in his hand wanted to burst out, but there was nothing to catch it.

Ouyang Che was like paper, his steps were light, like petals scattered in the wind.

Yue Wanfeng remembered that he had met similar opponents before, but that was before he became famous, and he couldn't even be considered a martial artist.

The martial artist he fought against was a well-known figure in the local area for a long time, and although he was far from being called a grandmaster, he was also a sign of a local martial artist.

The reason why Yue Wanfeng was with him at the beginning was that by chance, a native man who led him the way discovered the pickling done by this martial artist......

"Journey to the World" Volume 1: Reading is not Confucian Sour Chapter One Hundred and Eight The evening breeze is clear and is hitting in the hand, please wait for a while,

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